Twitter (now called X) is my home online. It’s where I do business. It’s where I meet new people. It’s where I reconnect with those I haven’t seen in person for a while. It’s where I hang out.

A couple weeks ago Violet Voss DM’d, asking if I was going to be at FetishCon. I’ve known Violet for a little while, so it wasn’t a big deal for her to message.

I said “No, but next year I’ll maybe show up at some point, whether it’s AVNs, or a convention.” She came back with “Darn it, I was hoping to meet with you!”

           … I reverted into FanBoi mode for a few minutes after that and so would you.

Most of us guys, at our core, are little more than 14-year-old boys. We’re all idiots, waiting for the cheerleader to ask us out to Prom. I’m the consummate professional, but occasionally, revert to that goofy kid, wondering if people will notice me, or if I’ll ever get to say or do anything worthwhile.

I thought about it for a minute, got my game face on, then messaged back. Turns out, she was interested in doing some promo work, as well as getting a few profiles and photo shoots done.

Fair enough. That’s what I’m here for. It’s written into my job description.

I was super excited to talk with her and get some things in motion. We exchanged a few DMs, then emails, and finally phone numbers.

Violet ended up texting and then calling. Here’s what we talked about.

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